To: The Crown of Gallia and her allies

[Arioch]

Bonsoir Mesdames and Messieurs

I direct this message to all those serving, in one capacity or another, under the corrupt crown. Pay heed.

Your treachery knows no bounds. Your judgement poisoned to the core. Your values ripe with disgust. Your lives, worthless.

You treat those under you as ants to a boot, discarding those of no use to you anymore. You took from me one I love, a man who served your "Crown" for many years. He served when he thought your goal was just and fair. When he saw your corrupting influence and wanted to be free, you had him slaughtered. I watched, as my husbands ship was torn to shreds from the guns of your naval ships. His screams echoing across the communications channels. All because one honest man valued his morals more than money and power.

I will never forget that day. For years I have planned and waited. I sold all of our possessions and even my husbands lands on Planet Orleans. For a time I offered myself out to the Aristocrats on the Gallic core worlds, to which your men so gladly took advantage of. Then I left, cursing your names as I flew away with what money I had so patiently and unconventionally attained.

I am back, to find you all, and anyone who serves under or helps your foul crown. With The Black Fleet under my command, I seek the end of those who allowed and continue to allow good men to die, just for wanting to separate themselves from you. I will destroy those who want to harm the good people of Sirius, all because they will not bow to your vulgar crown. I especially want the heads of those who ended my husbands life so many years ago. My husband, Oliver De Clisson. You in all likelihood don't even remember his name you foul monsters. That name is forgotten, isn't it. Lost as a grain of salt in a sea of sand.

But I promise you... you will remember mine. I am the instrument of vengeance. I am the lion that feeds on your flesh. I am the one who will stop at nothing to destroy what you, and your allies have built.

I am Jeanne De Clisson, the "Lionness of Brittany", and you will remember my name...

À bientôt

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[Wolfs Ghost]

Comm ID: Joseph DeFrance, Crown Prince
Subject: And... who are you?

Yawn.

Well... this certainly was briefly amusing. Your threats are just as boring my fathers speeches. But I must say, I do find it quite amusing to see someone out of billions attempting to do what the Council has failed do to in countless of years, madame.

As for your husband?

I think I remember the day he died. Quite a glorious death, I might add... oh how I wish I could've killed him with my own hands.

Oh... and before I forget. Offering yourself out to these nobles was such a disgrace you've done to yourself. No wonder they took advantage of it. It's a shame someone so beautiful has to go to waste.

I'll enjoy killing you with my own hands.


He smiles briefly, winking as he tipped the wine glass towards the screen before the feed cuts.

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[Arioch]

Bonjour DeFrance

The little bâtard himself responds! Oh how I'm delighted. What makes me smile is the fact that you think I want to overthrow the crown and your titles, and replace it with something nobler. That, as you say, is the goal of the Council. I noble endeavor. My intentions and goals though are not so convoluted monsieur.

If you paid attention to what I said, no where did I say I wanted to replace you. Now, I will repeat what I said to ensure you and all Gallians serving you and your father understand it. Let me put it in laymen terms so your small minded head can understand: I want to kill you. I want to end you. I want your family's heads on spikes adorning my ships. I want the end of all those who would see the end of those who's minds are not slaves to power and corruption you arrogant, spiteful creature. It is you who are a disgrace.

Oh, and merci. Your words about my husband just fuel my passion to see you face to face. Make no mistake, I will not cower behind soldiers to do my dirty work. I will gladly take your head with my own hands. Rest assured, it will not be pleasant. It will be slow, and everyone will hear the shrieks you make over the comms. I will broadcast it on all channels so everyone can hear you begging for the freedom of death. When I have had my fill of your screams, when everyone knows what a lâche you are, and when you see your legacy destroyed, then you can have your freedom from my grasp. Then you can join your family and all those serving you in whatever hell there is...

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[Claude Du Vall]

You might find your.... Passion..... to wreck the crown to be all for naught, madame Clisson. A futile effort. To get to the crown, you must first get through us. Your accusations are comical at best. Ants under a boot, you say? Hmmm.... I've seen no such treatment. I warn you that once you turn your back on the crown, there is no going back... Vive la famille royale. "Bastards, ready cannons...."

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[Wolfs Ghost]

Comm ID: Joseph DeFrance, Crown Prince
Subject: And... who are you?

A light laugh could be heard just before the video feed flickers to life. Joseph was sitting in the chair, shaking his head slowly from side to side.


"No, madame, I knew very well what you were attempting to get at in your message. I think, however, it was you who misunderstood what I said. You want the satisfaction of killing me and my family? The Council and their pathetic allies have tried and failed in that task for countless of years. Rest assured, if you pursue this path, you too, will fail.

You showed images of a cruiser and a gunboat being destroyed. I've reviewed reports from the few surviving crewmen that did manage to make it out. In both cases, the majority of the crew were killed in action.

Congratulations, Madame, you just created hundreds of more families who are now grieving their lost loved ones.

If I'm a spiteful... creature, Madame... then you and I are the same. Whether you wish to admit it or not."


His tone and facial expressions soften as he leans back in the chair and smiles at the camera.


"Now, on the other hand, I am quite a fair Prince, and we can strike an accord if you've reached your senses by the end of this transmission. If you haven't, then you're nothing more than a naive young woman... and that's your loss. Not mine."

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[Arioch]

Bienvenue Bastards

A futile effort you say? The same can be said to you for trying to sway or redirect my passion. When I have my thoughts and sight set on something, it will not waver, it will not change. Surely you have met a woman before, no? There is an old earth saying... "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned." In this case, my love for a man your crown butchered has turned to hatred for all those involved. So no monsieur, my passion is not "all for naught".

As for seeing no such treatment, your whole ideology is liken to an ant under a boot, for you seek to wage war against the free peoples of Sirius, and all those who resist or question the crown are dealt with cruelly and violently. So I must laugh when you claim to be blind to such treatment vous porcine ignorants. I turned my back on the crown when they turned their guns on my husband. Perhaps you and your bastards should realize that once you are in my sights, there is no turning back. I will gladly go through you...

As for you "Crown prince"

The path I have chosen is one I will not end. As such, YOU can rest assured that, in this life or the next, I will hunt you. I will find you. And I will make you suffer.

As far as the destruction of the ships and their crew. The few I sparred were so ingrained in their belief that you offer a better hope and life, that ending theirs is the only way to help all those you would step on in your path for power. They made their choices, and so have I. Perhaps there are families out their grieving for their lost loved ones. Perhaps I will answer for that some day. But it will surely not be to you or any one of your vile family. If those families truly mourn them, perhaps they should warn the families of the captains and crew that are alive to lay down arms and leave. Otherwise, they must understand that those serving you and your wretched crown are not 'innocent', but are enabling and bringing the death of untold millions more.

So I will continue my hunt. I will continue to ensure I find everyone of you and end your pathetic lives, so that more may live and be free of your vile grasp. And any accord you would claim to strike would surely end in chains, torture and death. I spit on any accord you would extend.

My loss is great. Your loss will be greater...

Bonne chance and à tout à l'heure

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[Jeremy Hunter]

***Incoming Transmission***

Comm ID: Emeline D'Aramis, Directeur of Naval Intelligence
Location: Battleship Grenoble


Jeanne De Clisson...a name I have heard from many a corrupt noble. Selling your body for money. A despicable waste of a life.
And now, you wish to waste your life fighting forces you cannot hope to defeat. You come at us with threats and insults, with no one by your side but those who only think they can bed you. You, who come at us in the name of vengeance. Anger and revenge cloud your vision, De Clisson, and that only begs for your path to end with a long drop and a sudden stop.

You say we shall suffer? Maybe you should remember you too are human. You too can suffer.

The only ones who should kill, are those who are prepared to be killed. So tell me. Are you truly ready to die for your cause? To give all your breath, strength, heart, and mind to something, to die with that entity's ideas on your lips?

From what I see, you expect to live. To get away with it. But you are a nuicance, De Clisson, nothing compared to the Council, the Brigands. To those of Fallen Grace.

You are just a whore, and like all whores, should return to your brothel and bend over for your next customer. Because, when we get ahold of you, you'll kneel.
And you shall watch as we dismember you while you are alive, and, as you lay there choking on your own blood, we shall watch you slowly asphyxiate.

Vengeance shall not be yours.

But justice shall be mine.

Au Revoir.

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[Rodent]

Comms ID:Marechal Ansel Xavier
Comms Encryption: High
Comms Priority: High

Ansel appears on screen, with a slight smile.

This has been a good source of amusement. Do continue.

Xavier out.

[Core_One]

Sender: Colonel Aurelia Landreau
Location: Sulawesi Citadel, Tau-44
Subject: Hero??
Priority: Very High
Encryption: Normal



Another Council hero in Redemption destroying our Cruisers. You can meet me in my Valor and you will see power of Crown.

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[Timmy]

Transmissions reached Marcell's manor on Lyon planet. The count silently listened to to them, making more and more dissapointed face.

"A waste of time." he finaly thought and turned off the screen. For a while he remain silent, thinking about that, but then mumbles "Bragging that she managed to kill someone... threatning like that... so foolish." After thinking some more the count returned to his business, ignoring what he just heard.